By Nancy M. Bell.
Old memories stir and my heart aches to renew them
The chill edge to the night air
The stillness hanging heavy with frog music
For the moonlight turning the still lake to ice
For the taste of the wind and the banners
Of the birch trees in the marsh flung
against the burning of the dying day
To see again the brilliance of sun on blue water
And the fir trees splashed against the sky
Listen again to the whisper of the leaves
And the cry of the loons through the mist a dawn
NANCY M. BELL has publishing credits in poetry, fiction and non-fiction. Nancy has presented at the Surrey International Writers Conference and the Writers Guild of Alberta Conference. She is currently working on Book 3 of her series The Cornwall Adventures.